As he goes, he mutters to himself. "I've made it aboard. Lots of brown tables and chairs, and there seems to be a malfunction in the lighting, possibly due to the state of the nearby star system? Approaching the large - oh! Hi!"

After a few minutes of talking to Bar, he accepts a brightly colored hot drink with a lid, and continues investigating the room. He determines that there's nobody else at the seats by the star window, or at any of the seats, then starts looking below the tables.

Shay grins. "This is where I go to find out what missions there are I can go on! And look at stars! But sometimes it's the same ones over and over. Are you ready to meet my mom or do you wanna wait and look around more first?"

"It's all right. Do you want us to see if one of the transporters can send you back? If not -" she pauses and the sun-image goes blank for a few seconds, before her face reappears, "we are equipped for more passengers and colonists!"

She beams. "Welcome to the crew!" She looks about to say something else, but stops herself, and instead says "I'm putting together a bed for you, but it's not ready yet. Are you in a planetary timezone where the next meal is Dinner?"

Shay leads Nova through the door, and then through a hallway and another door, marked with a picture of a spoon and a fork, into an oval room. A counter stacked with colorful shakers wraps around the wall below a window, which looks out onto some stars and what might be an asteroid.

There are two round tables, each with a hole and attached seat on one side. Shay flops into the seat in the chair of the less shiny of the two, and waves him toward the other.

The black screen mounted on the wall has white letters on it. A tiny disk near the door lights up with the sun-woman, who beams at them.

Two metallic arms descend slowly from the ceiling. Each has three fingers, is covered in a layer of patterned yarn, and carries a small geometric object, painted with a smiley face. Shay opens his mouth and eats the one the arm in front of him gently tosses. The arm in front of Nova stops descending and holds the smiley-thing at about face-height.